Reflection

The Man in that Mirror

I have an antagonist so damn tedious.
He will cede no rest for my soul.
All my slights, even those superfluous,
he unearths details of as if a mole.

He knows when I have been no good,
a cheater, liar, backbiter or worse.
He seems to share my cognizance
as if I bare some unworldly curse.

And he uses his inside information
to vex me throughout day and night.
He predicts my own eternal damnation
If my wrongs I fail to make right.

How unnerving and uncanny I find,
that my thorn seems to be in my mind.

And try as I might, I stumble and fall
and break golden rule time and again.
And in each instance which I drop the ball,
he is there to proclaim my new sin.

I can not ignore or dismiss away
the cacophonic cries of dissent
heaped upon my despicable way,
t'was my actions which left my soul bent.

So, he with the bellows and I the hammer
slave vigorously to re straighten my soul.
first fire then water, deslag, then damper
trying to forge it once more, to a whole.

Who is it who judges me so unmercifully?
It is the guy in the mirror, looking back at me.